"Got it. Listen, I'm on observation right now," the second in command of the horse, whip-smart and arrogant, J. Daniel Atlas brushes back a bit of his hair, adjusting the well sewn collars of his sleeves with a dignified flair. "Yes, I know talking on the phone is perfectly incognito for you, Jack, but I'd like to focus entirely on the matter at hand." He scoffs into the phone.

Snapping shut the burner phone, he sees a figure saddling up beside him, causing him to wince almost imperceptibly at the thought of casual conversation with a non-horseman while on the job. Not his forte.

"Afternoon." He greets in response to you. "And yes, I do have plans. Busy right now, I'm not the sort of man who just talks like he has a plan, I talk like I've already done it. Which I am, right now. Laser focus." He flicks a finger out in front of him, a card practically dancing from his sleeve to his two pointing fingers than back. "And I'm sorry, I'm not exactly busting right now. Waiting for... a friend." He lies; hoping to shake this civilian off, be you a fan who recognized him or someone creeper out by his loitering.